Chapter 1848

Once Xerxes had hung up, Waylon wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled a deep, weary sigh.

He turned and made his way back to the operating room's entrance while on the phone, swiftly executing Xerxes' commands.

Within the walls of the Yacano family's old house, Xerxes, fury coursing through his veins, flung his cell phone across the room after ending the call.

"Who is it? Who dares to injure my son? Whoever you are, if I find you, you'll wish you were never born!"

With teeth gritted in anger, Xerxes snatched up the landline and barked orders into the receiver.

"Get someone to bring Dr. Doyle here to tend to the young master's wounds. And I want a name! Find out who did this to my son!!"

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Simultaneously, on the highway leading to Drunham City, a sleek stretch of Lincoln glided toward its destination. Inside, a man in a bespoke black suit cradled a crystal glass, his gaze dark and stormy as he watched the landscape blur by.

The tranquility was shattered by the shrill ring